Beards and Beanies // An Asheville Weekend

This past weekend I spent a day and a half in Asheville and it was no where near enough. I arrived on Friday around three in the afternoon and headed home Saturday night around 9:30 and the entire drive home, I daydreamed of a day when maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have to leave.

My heart and my soul belong to the mountains, I’ve written of that before. I live for the crisp Fall days, the beautiful rolling hills, and the fresh snowfall in the Winter. The mountains may call my name, but Asheville in many ways calls me home.

The first time I ever visited Asheville was in the summer of 2012, and I knew this place was special. In Boone, where I went to college, it was very rural and very much a small town. Having grown up adjacent to Charlotte, city life was a far cry from what Boone was and I never really saw myself staying there to live. When I visited Asheville, I remember my jaw literally dropping when I realized that the city was both populated enough to be considered a city and it had the sprawling mountain views.

There’s even a Target, people!

This weekend, my sister and I were in town for a quick trip to celebrate the marriage of one of her oldest friends. They were married in London, where they used to live, a year ago and decided to throw a party to celebrate with their friends. When we came in on Friday, we spent the evening just the two of us in downtown Asheville grabbing dinner at White Duck Taco Shop and dessert at French Broad Chocolate Lounge. Saturday was spent in South Asheville for breakfast and coffee before helping her friend get ready for the party.

Asheville Weekend

As we drove down Hendersonville Road, it was undeniable the sense of familiarity that I felt. I could just see myself living happily in Asheville, no matter how crazy that might sound, particularly because Asheville is home to quite an eclectic bunch of individuals (see the post title for example).

As I drove home on Saturday night, I found myself asking God to please make a way for me to make this dream of living in Asheville a reality. This feeling I have is so deep and so strong that I just know that He is the one that put it there. In the meantime, I’ll be content with my visits – no matter how short they may be.

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